"How much?" the jaded man asks, his eyes scanning the young, unspoiled body before him. The teen gulps, her voice barely above a whisper, "Five hundred." He smirks, "Done." She hesitates, but the thought of the money spurs her on. She strips, her body a canvas of untouched skin, her pussy a virgin landscape. He watches, his cock hardening at the sight of her innocence. She takes the money, her fingers brushing against his, a spark igniting despite her reservations.